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hit.” Fabia nodded. “We could see what a good deal it would be for us if the school was part of the development, and so instead of selling out, we decided to stay.”
    “Did the developers mind?”
    “Not really. They needed the school here and didn’t much care who ran it. We even got them to fork out for a new runway. Houses were selling to the rich and needy faster than they could count the money.”
    “That was five years ago,” Clyde added. “Different story now. Those who bought are staying because they don’t need the money, but there’s still a lot of property unsold.”
    “Which makes me wonder how the resort can be doing so well,” Fabia said pensively. “All those figures I heard in the meeting this morning were pretty impressive.”
    “Time to eat,” Clyde said hastily.
    He disappeared inside, leaving Fabia to wonder why he didn’t want to talk about that. Peyton remained with her, making small talk but not referring to the development again, or Sonia’s disappearance. A short time later, Clyde brought out plates of food and set them on the terrace table.
    “Help yourself,” he said to Fabia, holding a chair out for her. “My own version of lasagne.”
    “It smells lovely,” she said. “I missed lunch today.”
    Peyton filled their glasses with a crisp chardonnay as Fabia tasted the food.
    “This is good,” she said, smiling at Clyde. “A gardener and a chef. Perhaps I’ll propose.”
    He grinned at her. “What sort of proposition did you have in mind?”
    “I’ll let you know when I’ve finished my dinner,” she said, loading salad onto her side plate and helping herself to garlic bread. “Truth to tell, my appetite’s been a bit off recently.”
    “Hardly surprising,” Peyton remarked.
    “Well, at least I’ve dropped a few pounds. That’s one bonus.”
    “You don’t need to lose weight,” Clyde said, winking at her. “You look good with a little meat on you. All in the right places, too.”
    “No woman can be too thin or too rich,” she said. “Not much danger of the latter in my case, but one out of two ain’t bad.”
    “Except you’re losing weight for all the wrong reasons.”
    “Yeah, well, there’s not much I can do about that, is there?”
    “I guess not.”
    “Tell me how you two came to be in partnership,” she said. “A Yank and a Scott. Not a very likely duo.”
    “No mystery about it,” Peyton said, refilling their glasses. “I grew up in Montana. My old man made a living flying crop dusters, so I guess I was into flying almost as soon as I could walk. It’s kinda in the blood, but spraying crops for a living didn’t excite me. So, I took my instructor’s exams and then bummed around the world for a bit, picking up jobs wherever the fancy took me.”
    “He pitched up in Scotland at the same school I worked at,” Clyde added. “We hit it off, and the rest, as they say, is history.”
    “We took this place on about seven years ago. It was dirt cheap because it was rundown and isolated. Then Tosca Brava came along and saved us from going under.” Peyton shrugged. “I guess it was a case of right place, right time. ”
    It all sounded very trite and reasonable, but Fabia wondered if it was just a little too simplistic. Hell, when did she get to be so suspicious?
    “Seconds?” Clyde asked, glancing with amusement at Fabia’s empty plate.
    “No, thanks. It was lovely, but I’m full.” She felt guilt creep up on her. She hadn’t given Sonia a second thought while she sat here being fed and entertained by these two hunks. What sort of sister did that make her?
    “Relax,” Peyton said as Clyde cleared the table. “Worrying all the time won’t help any.”
    “How did you know what I was thinking?”
    He winked at her. “Mind reading’s a pastime of mine.”
    “You guys be good now and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Clyde said, poking his head round the door to the terrace.
    “Where’s he going?”
    “Lesson.”
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